Music, too, and dance are combined.

Among the earliest six arts, what music needs to learn are six kinds of ceremonial music and dance, "Cloud Gate Scroll", "Xianchi", "Dashao", "Daxia", "Dahui", and "Dawu".

With the passage of time, the content has become richer and more refined, and the playing of musical instruments, poems and songs, all belong to the category of music.

Many people will think that poems and songs belong to 'books', but in fact, these were originally used to sing, and in layman's terms, they are lyrics, which naturally belong to 'music'.

Yang Donglang said, "The sound is the body of music, the poetry is the heart, the six arts and several artists may use 'poetry' to replace 'music', and the poetry of the ancients is a combination of music, and the real 'music' is authentic." Today's test questions are replaced by poetry. ”

After saying this, the other candidates don't have much thought, compose poetry, which reader can't do it?

But Zhao Mengguan was a little panicked, in his mind, Zhao Mengqi's couplets are so powerful, the poetry must not be bad, and it may be difficult for him to win.

"Try to compose poems, with the Yangtze River as the theme, time limit, two quarters of an hour."

The four candidates frowned, there is no problem with composing poetry, but this time limit is too short, how can there be brilliant works in this hurry.

And Zhao Mengqi is naturally extremely relaxed, for him, it is just 'copying'.

The candidates had already begun to think about it, and Xiao Huangmen sent the pen and paper one by one again.

But Zhao Mengqi looked lethargic again.

"Your Highness, the ink has been sharpened and is ready to use." The little yellow door flattered, while placing all kinds of stationery.

"Oh, thank you." Zhao Mengqi opened his eyes and said casually.

Xiao Huangmen was flattered, "I don't dare to thank Your Highness, this is what a villain should do." ”

Zhao Mengqi smiled, waved away the little yellow door, held the pen casually, did not think, and danced on the smoothed high-quality pool paper.

At this time, many ministers were already paying attention to him, and they were all shocked when they saw this move, but before they could sigh more, Zhao Mengqi had already put down his pen.

"Hey, I scared the old man to death, and I thought that King Zhong had made another amazing move, and he would make a poem in a moment."

"King Zhong, this should be a few words to inspire you......"

"I'll just say, Cao Zhicheng still needs seven steps to become a poem."

"Maybe King Zhong has already done a good job, maybe he doesn't know that he is talented, so he can write a limerick to deal with it."

"This? I'm afraid it's hard to judge, today's Zhongwang has impressed a certain person many times. ”

The hundred officials began to talk and buzzed, and Uncle Xie Fang's face couldn't help but sink, "Be quiet, don't interfere with the trial!" ”

The four of them, who were originally quite annoyed, let out a breath of turbid air and continued to think hard.

But seeing that Zhao Mengqi was stunned for a while and felt bored, he folded the scroll and lay on the desk and dozed off again.

This!?

Ding Daquan was about to be impeached again, but he was glared at by Uncle Xie Fang, so he had to dismiss the idea, and Wu Yan originally wanted to impeach, but when he saw Ding Daquan hit a soft nail, he snickered in his heart.

The Zhao official family on the throne naturally saw Zhao Mengqi's old illness again, and they were already a little numb, and they vaguely felt that he could still surprise themselves, so they didn't bother to care.

Those hundred officials, because they didn't dare to speak out again, could only open their mouths one by one, stunned.

Time passed quietly in silence, it seemed like a long time, and it seemed very fast, and two quarters of an hour had arrived.

"Stop writing! Submit the papers! ”

Zhao Mengxi hurriedly wrote down the last word before handing the scroll to Xiao Huangmen.

After the papers of the five people were put away, they did not show them to the examiner, and directly handed them over to Hanlin to read.

"Zhao Mengxi roll, words, Huanxi Sha empty sorrow,

After the chaos, the lonely mountain explores the Yu cave,

Cisse dreams of parting.

Pity should be different.

Circumvent the sorrow and increase the creation,

Empty sorrow returns to the waves and stains the scarf,

Who knows that the river does not spare talents. ”

After reading this poem, Yang Dong was about to get up to comment, but Ding Daquan preemptively said, "Xie Xiang, you are a master of poetry, or it is better for you to comment." ”

This Ding Daquan obviously didn't want Yang Dong to secretly help Zhao Mengqi again, but his reason was reasonable, Uncle Xie Fang was really good in poetry, of course, the important thing was his identity.

Uncle Xie Fang pondered for a while and looked at Yang Dong, "Yuan Ji, what do you think?" ”

You obviously have an intention, can I say no, Yang Dong was helpless, so he had to say, "In terms of poetry, Xie Xiangzi is stronger than countless officials, and he should be virtuous." ”

"Then thank you Yuanji." After Uncle Xie Fang greeted, he walked to the side of the attendant, took the paper, and read it carefully, this attitude was still relatively rigorous.

"This Huanxi Sha, the words are simple, although it looks immature and jerky, but it is rare to be able to make it in such a short period of time at a young age."

Uncle Xie Fang's words sounded like a compliment, but the implication was that the taste was like chewing wax, and it was slightly better than limericks.

In the subsequent rating, he also gave a 'medium', and Dong Huai also gave a 'medium', and Cheng Yuanfeng, who admitted death, gave a 'down'.

Zhao Mengxi's face fell, he was extremely depressed, he thought that he had already played extraordinarily, if he was given a little more time, he would be able to carve it well, but what ......

Hanlin began to read the next poem, "Zhao Heyun roll, poppy beauty,

Shaohua is willing to live with others? It's already talking.

When will the west wind scoundrel cross the river, and when will he return after thousands of mountains and rivers?

The autumn sound belt Ye Xiao Xiao fell, and Mo Xiang Cheng was in the corner!

The clouds cover the moon and are not clear, who will wash the Yangtze River and let the sky blue? ”

This thought was amazed by many of the officials.

And Uncle Xie Fang showed a smile on his face and nodded slightly, "This poppy beauty is very good, Qiu Zhi is sad, but I don't know where the sadness comes from." So he complained about the west wind, feared the horns, hated the clouds covering the moon, in short, it was indescribable melancholy. This word brings the sad autumn feeling to life on the paper, which is really a good work, especially in such a short time, it is even more rare, very good! ”

Such a compliment has a reason why he supports Zhao Heyun, but the lyrics are really good, and Baiguan is also recognized for this.

Even Zhao Mengqi couldn't help but look at Zhao Heyun twice, although he could only copy poems, he still had the ability to appreciate it.

Zhao Mengguan secretly took the comparison he made, and his heart began to be annoyed, but he didn't expect that there would be Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon in this competition, and there was no simple one.

Soon, the rating also came out, Mikami!

Zhao Heyun couldn't hide his joy, today he finally met what he was best at, and finally came out once.

Hanlin read and cleared his throat, "Zhao Meng's scroll, poems, rivers and mountains block the wind,

Sleep bored leaning on the rudder, Qutang west looking at the road leisurely.

The huge waves of the Yangtze River recruit tears, and the west wind is white overnight. ”

Hey! This poem is good!

Baiguan was surprised again, he didn't expect that among the children of the clan, there were actually two talented people.

Uncle Xie Fang was also full of surprise and joy, he knew a little about Zhao Heyun before, but Zhao Mengyun was an unknown person before.

"The language of this poem is strange, the metaphor is fresh, euphemistic and subtle, the allegorical scene is in the scene, the scene is blended, the road is long, the tears of the people, the huge waves, the west wind, the white head These images render the bleak and sad atmosphere, as well as the feeling of longing, if you are not still a teenager, there is even a sense of misanthropy in the poem. Haha, young people, you need to be more high-spirited. ”

This meticulous comment, as well as the earnest teaching, made Zhao Menghao grateful, bowed down, "The late-born boy bowed to Xianggong for his guidance." ”

Rating, Mikami!